Meet Morgan LeFaye Woodenson. She has her life planned out. She’ll marry Sawyer, the love of her life, and they’ll run into the sunset to be nomads, surviving off the land, not reporting to anyone, free to live their lives as they see fit.

At least, that was the plan until the imprisonment.

When reagent Orinthal’s wife dies suddenly, Faye is forced from her home and thrown into an arena to compete with every other nineteen-year-old girl in Sector Sixteen for the highly coveted place at his side. If she doesn’t win, she dies; if she does win, she loses everything she loves.

Deception and ruthlessness fill her, and she’s determined to find a way to hold on to her dreams—even if that means becoming someone she never thought she’d have to.

Excerpt:

Someone was pounding on the front door. It was also light outside, and Sawyer wasn’t back. Her window was still standing wide open, and she thanked Odin there hadn’t been a ravager attack in the night. She would’ve been toast.
“I’m coming!” Her father’s voice boomed in the hallway. As he passed her door, he knocked. “Time to get up, sweetheart. Odin’s beard, they’re making a racket.”
“I’ll be right there, Daddy!” She leapt off the bed and rushed to the window, wiping drool off her cheek. Everything was just as she’d left it the night before. No sign of Sawyer. Positive something bad happened, she quickly whispered a message and released it, only to watch it spin out of control and pop in mid-air a few feet away. Her heart hit the bottom of her stomach.
“She said she’d be out in a minute! You don’t need to go—”Boom!Boom!
“Open the door, miss, or we’re going to break it down.” A rough male voice, muted by the wood and steel it was passing through, wafted into the room.
“Just a minute! I’m not decent!” Shoving her bags under the bed, she whipped off her clothing and wrapped a towel around her body.
“Now, miss!”
“I’m coming!” She unbolted the door and cracked it open to peer out.
Three ginormous, armed soldiers stood in the hallway. One had his hand poised to bang on the door again.
As his fist moved forward, she yanked the door back the rest of the way, causing him to pitch into the room. She let him stumble and planted her left hand on her hip. “Seriously?”
He turned fifty shades of red and scurried back out. “We’re sorry, miss, but we have orders. You need to get dressed right now and come with us.”
“I was trying. But you seemed hell bent on breaking down my door. I figured I should probably answer it as soon as possible.” If it weren’t such a serious feeling situation, she would’ve laughed at the way he blushed and averted his eyes.
“Please, miss. Put some clothes on. And do it quickly,” he muttered.
As she moved to close the door, he stopped it with his hand. “No. You can’t do that.”
“Then how am I supposed to stay decent!” she yelled.
“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” He lifted his hazel-green eyes, and they locked with hers. “Again, I’m sorry. It’s a necessary precaution.”
Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t move for a moment. His eyes were stunningly beautiful, the green so vivid it resembled blades of grass in a summer meadow. She felt a strange pull to do exactly as he suggested. Magic bubbled through her, wiping whatever enchantment he was using away. Eyelids fluttering, she nodded and moved to put clothes on.
A bra went on over her towel, then she pulled on panties underneath—cute, lacy ones that made the soldier blush again—then her jeans and a loose top. Finally, she pulled the towel out and threw it into the hamper. “Ta-da! Just like magic, am I right?”

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